Golden Lord

It's Hennessy, cocaine and lace fronts But i'm trying to get a message through If there's no way then make one, so real niggas F' with you If not, fuck boy, it's death to you You'll never satay my vegetables You're not fit to peep my Sunday playlist When it switch Wycleff to Roots See, this red pill's not from Matrix, it's my nigga Jose's ecstasy Then I screamed, "all cops are racist Except for the one standing next to me Who keeps retweeting Black Twitter desperately" But still, im'a burn a killer cop effigy We don't need your confirmation, we don't need your recipe We don't need your confirmation, we don't need your recipe But come, take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique Take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique Take a look at my clique Take a look at my clique Take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique It's a rodeo, but in Tokyo It's the Corleones, but in Kosovo (Take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique) It's a rodeo, but in Tokyo It's the Corleones, but in Kosovo (Take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique) It's a rodeo, but in Tokyo It's the Corleones, but in Kosovo (Take a look at my misfits, bitch, take a look at my clique) More life, more dinner, more strife, more winter If you want more ice, more glimmer, go ahead Roll dice, be a winner That's a high note for a tenor Rolling hydro in a pinner In the Bible with the sinners When you've done this much, you can't remember It's a blood moon for the swingers For the sub dom nipple ringers For the pansex left-wingers Let me see if I can fit in four fingers This is group sex with my niggas We be two stepping to Mingus Tell me who's next for cunnilingus? After that Dominoes, chicken fingers More money, more pills, more screens, geez You a woke nigga, don't sleep on these streets Let's celebrate World War 3, 3 Sun Ra, Grace Jones (Are you ready to die, nigga?) Come and embrace me, me One life, two tones (Are you ready to die, nigga?) Come and embrace me, me E.T. phone home (Are you ready for the apocalypse?) Come and embrace me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me (Are you ready to die, nigga?)